Actually, I thought this was the name of a painting that riffed off of Edward Hopper's "Nighthawks." You know, the one where the people in the café are actually James Dean and Elvis and Marilyn and Humphrey?

There's a famous enough photo of James Dean with this title. Someone gave it to me for my 21st birthday. It ended up by unhappy coincidence in the backyard: the frame twisted, the glass cracked, the picture being eaten by cockroaches.